On silence or trust:
Marines #2: "I came out to one person when I was in my first unit. Everything was fine, then something came up—I said something job-related that she took offense to personally. And her form of retaliation was to go in and tell my officer in charge that I was gay. It's the easiest thing you can do because there's no defense against that. Thankfully, I had proven myself at that unit and his response was: 'He's a good Marine. I'm not really interested in any of this nonsense…. Mind your own business.' And that was the first, last, and only time that I ever explicitly told another Marine I was gay."
Navy #3 (commander, reserves, twenty years): "A pal of mine on a carrier went to the CO and said, 'What is your policy on gays?' The CO looked at my friend and said, 'If somebody wants to get off my ship for being gay, they have to come to me with two Polaroids, in both of them they have to be clearly sucking c**k, and I want to be able to see their face.' That's why I love my navy."
On the day everything changes:
Marines #1: "When we finally get certification, for me it is no longer controlled information. I don't give a rat's ass who knows. And I'm not going to swallow words rather than saying it. If you say something f**king stupid then I'm going to say: 'Hey, motherf**ker, you're a f**king idiot, shut the f**k up. Because we ain't going to put up with that shit no more.' I mean, I'm ready for that. Right now I'm angry. I've had e-f**king-nough. We've eaten a sh*t sandwich for seventeen years. History is here."